It took 45 minutes and half a dozen butterscotch candies to coax her into the trailer. That was one of the first things I learned about Margarite. She...would take sugar cubes, carrots, and apples. But she was crazy for butterscotch hard candies. I could probably bribe her into hell with them.However, the trailer lay on the other side of hell as far as she was concerned. Every time she would get close to the ramp, she’d start acting up. But between sweet-talking her and the candy, I finally got. The taste of her father's cock changed, and she realized that juice was coming out of the slitted tip of his prick-shaft.Drawn to his piss-slit, her tongue ran back and forth across it, feeling it open up. Then she bored her tongue down into it, probing at it and munching toward the source of his oozing prick-juice."God, that's nice," John moaned, putting one hand on the side of her cock-sucking face.Diane looked up at her father, her mouth stretched around his pulsing cock-head. She grinned. This note reads ‘Eat up…you will need your strength! Don’t worry, I will eat well later…’ As you sit down to eat, you start to fantasize in wonder what it could be. You realize that your panties are wet… You find it hard to concentrate all day at work. Your mind is on tonight. An email arrives, with a list to prepare you for tonight, it reads, ‘Dear Gorgeous, Go to the gym as you normally do after work. Shower thoroughly there I have made arrangements for you to have a manicure, she will meet. Unzipping his pants, she reached in and pulled his cock out. With her fingers wrapped around the shaft she used her thumb to stroke the head. Gently rubbing the flared edge and tracing around it kept him moaning.Next her thumb rode back and forth over the tip of the soft head. She liked to play with him this way and tonight she focused on it. The wine had made both of them eager to explore and to be explored. Their clothes flew off and she continued where they left off. He was on his back while.